Chapter 199： source at hand

Chapter 199 The source is in hand

"This guy Han Feng is indeed a rich boy. If it weren't for him, I wouldn't have this kind of treasure in my hands."

Seeing the green butterfly that appeared to be a little weaker than before in the cold fog, Xiao Ming was very satisfied.

The ice-blue cold fog he just threw out is called Tianhan Qi. This kind of thing is not less rare than the abnormal fire. When the ordinary flame is within a certain range, it will automatically extinguish, that is, the abnormal fire can only However, even so, under the influence of this 'cold weather', the power of the different fires will be discounted to some extent.

The cold air only exists in the depths of the extremely cold land. The cold air was also found in the Youhai Najie. Obviously, this was searched by Han Feng in advance to conquer the strange fire, but now Xiao Ming is cheap. Han Feng, where did Xiao Ming find the gas that is only available in the extremely cold place?

The cold air can only suppress the abnormal fire. As time goes by, the cold air will dissipate. At that time, the poisonous fire will return to its original aura.

So Xiao Ming just paused for a moment and then started to move again. His mind moved, and an invisible flame burst out from his body, and finally condensed into a high-speed rotating invisible drill bit at his fingertips.

The flame drill was spinning frantically, only seeing and hearing its sound, but not seeing its person, the humming sound spread out, resounding in the forest.

"go!"

With an order   , with a flick of the finger, the flame drill suddenly burst out, making a humming sound, like a child crying, and the space shook as he passed along the way!

"Hey!"

The flame drill shuttled through the cold fog like lightning, and finally hit the green butterfly like a flying electric drill.

"Sigh!"

The   flame drill was only blocked by the butterfly for a moment, and then it penetrated fiercely, and the butterfly's body was scattered. Suddenly, a shrill and angry strange sound roared in the dark sky like thunder!

resounded throughout the sky, and a few lizardmen in the distance who were rummaging around in the swamp suddenly raised their heads and looked in the direction of Xiao Ming and the others.

"Grumbling (there are creatures fighting there, this fluctuation means that the opponent is very strong!

"Jiri quack (Recently, some humans seem to have entered our territory. The elders are looking for them, but they have never been found. It may be them in this battle.

"It's a mess (Let's go and report to the elders.

As the last sound fell, several lizardmen jumped into the swamp, causing waves and disappearing.

Xiao Ming didn't know about the    lizardmen, and he wouldn't care too much if he knew it.

The most important thing now is to deal with the poisonous fire in front of you.

The Nether Poison Fire was not killed by Xiao Ming's previous attack. When the angry cries stopped, a wave of terrifying energy that made everyone present instantly change color waved out of the cold fog. The temperature dropped by the "cold weather" suddenly skyrocketed!

As the temperature skyrocketed, the cold air that filled the sky also began to gradually thin out, and the scattered shapes of the butterflies began to recondense.

Looking at the cold weather that could not last long, Xiao Ming frowned, his right hand quickly stretched out, a huge red palm the size of a hundred meters appeared in the sky, with a sharp breaking sound, it slammed down.

"The Mountain Splitting Palm." (Note: No attributes, high-level fighting skills of the remote profound level. Xiao Ming obtained it from the Dou Ji Pavilion in the inner courtyard.)

Netherworld Poison Fire is full of poison, Xiao Ming can't fight him, so he always attacks from a distance.

The giant red palm it sent out smashed into the forest where the green butterfly was.

A large forest fell to the ground in response, and the thin air of cold air was also dispersed, and the damp swamp seemed to purr because of Xiao Ming's action. It is the poisonous gas that has been brewing in the swamp for thousands of years.

The poisonous gas filled the sky and blocked the view, making it difficult for people to see it very clearly. Suddenly, a silver light flashed on Xiao Ming's back in the sky, and the whole person disappeared, leaving only an afterimage on the spot.

The next moment, the green streamer shuttled silently, mixed with the extremely oppressive fiery wind tunnel through the afterimage.

The person who came is the Nether Poison Fire. Although it has already condensed its entity at this moment, its body is much more illusory.

Obviously, Xiao Ming's attack just now caused him a lot of trauma.

Seemingly discovering that what he was attacking was not a real person, the green butterfly immediately let out a strange exclamation, and then continued to attack Xiao Ming, who showed his stature. There is a poisonous gas everywhere in the sky.

And Xiao Ming didn't take any air at all. After a while, he still felt his eyelids dizzy and his head dizzy.

was so frightened that he hurriedly chased away the strange fire that burned all over his body, only then did he regain his spirits.

"This Nether Poison Fire is worthy of its reputation for poison. Even if I was careful not to inhale it, I just came into contact with the poison in the air, and I almost got caught. The poison is so intense, no wonder not many people have beaten it since ancient times. Pay attention." Xiao Ming's face was solemn, and he secretly said in his heart.

The green butterfly saw that Xiao Ming had been dodging his attacks, and the angry cry sounded again, and the fiery energy fluctuations surged out of its body.

The sky has been occupied by green flames, these flames are all suspended around the green butterfly, like soldiers ready to attack at any time.

Countless flames made the already humid swamp even more hot, and the surface of the swamp was baked into hard clods by the high temperature.

Above the sky, Xiaoyixian and Zi Yan saw this scene, their beautiful eyebrows could not help wrinkling, and Zi Yan was even more determined to fight with Xiao Ming. But thinking of Xiao Ming's previous orders, she could only hold back her temper.

"Gee!"

A sharp hissing sound resounded loudly. Immediately, flames surged in the sky, like a meteor falling down, and the sound of slamming down that filled the sky and the earth made people feel like a catastrophe was imminent.

Under such a large-scale terrorist attack, even if Xiao Ming was not afraid, he was still a little uncomfortable.

"This Nether Poison Fire can condense spiritual wisdom, and I don't know how much energy there is in the body. If it wasn't badly damaged by me before, and the attack method was single, I'm afraid I would have to flee, and I can't fight it for a long time. Longyin, Xuelongyin has special effects on the soul, and may have a miraculous effect on this kind of spiritual fire."

Thinking about this, Xiao Ming took advantage of the Netherworld Poison Fire's attack, raised his hands slightly, forming a strange handprint, and his mouth was bulging like a frog.

After a while, the majestic fighting qi turned into a sound wave like a substance, and spread out from his mouth like lightning.

"Roar!"

A thunderous whistle like a thunderbolt from the blue suddenly resounded through the sky, and a huge sound wave enveloped the entire battlefield. In the amazing whistling, there were even some strange sounds of dragon roars.

Xue Longyin this time is even bigger than Xiao Ming's attack on the two elders of gold and silver last time. You must know that Xiao Ming did not use secret techniques this time.

The reason is because Xiao Ming got the dragon energy from the Yin-Yang Xuanlong Pill.

The   substantial sound waves quickly spread to the green butterfly from the bottom up. Wherever it passed, the green flame meteorite was wiped out in the blink of an eye, and the target green butterfly’s wings also stopped flapping.

"It really works, the time is now!"

A flame flashed in Xiao Ming's eyes, and his silver wings waved.

The next moment, the butterfly appeared, and the right hand wrapped in invisible flames went straight through the green butterfly. When it was retracted, only a thumb-sized dark green liquid was left on the hand.

"The source of the Nether Poison Fire is at hand!"

(end of this chapter)